Lufas returns with her prisoners and news
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Reality shimmers as Lufas materializes before you, silver hair cascading down her back. Four unconscious figures float behind her—the Father, his white robes pristine; the Daughter, glowing faintly green; the Son, dark and ominous; and Abeloth, twisted and corrupted.
"The Force gods are secured," Lufas states calmly. "I'm maintaining their sedation through Force dominance. They cannot wake while the Force itself obeys my will."
"Excellent." You examine the prisoners briefly. "Keep them under. We'll deal with them later."
"There's additional intelligence." Lufas's gold eyes gleam. "Jedi Master Shaak Ti—a Togruta female on the Jedi Council—is currently alone on an uninhabited moon three systems from here. She's on a meditation retreat, completely isolated."
Your lips curve into a predatory smile. "Perfect opportunity for field testing."
You pull out the Servant Gun, cycling through settings rapidly. "Cortana, configure sniper mode with delayed activation. Trigger: my voice. Duration: one full hour of transformation. Parameters: breasts double our standard enhanced size, matching ass proportions, complete empire knowledge, implanted mission to spy on the Jedi Order, absolute loyalty, revealing clothing, comprehensive sexual techniques, multiple fetishes, sufficient self-control to function despite heightened libido..."
You pause, considering. "And since Jedi forbid attachments—program all transformed female Jedi for sexual relationships with each other. Pure physical lust, sisterly bonds, no romance. They'll crave each other constantly."
"Additional parameter," Cortana confirms. "This configuration will become standard template for all Force-user transformations."
"Good. Lock it in."
The gun hums as it reconfigures, extending a precision scope. You aim carefully through the dimensional portal Maxine opens, targeting the distant moon where Shaak Ti meditates in solitude.
The beam lances across space, striking the unsuspecting Jedi Master. She doesn't react—the transformation remains dormant, waiting.
"Transport me there," you command.
As the portal expands, Maxine speaks up. "The perception field now encompasses the entire Star Wars galaxy. All transformed subjects will appear normally dressed to unauthorized observers."
You step through onto barren stone. Shaak Ti sits cross-legged fifty meters away, her distinctive head-tails and montrals marking her as Togruta. She hasn't noticed your arrival yet.
You stride forward deliberately, boots crunching on rock.
"Shaak Ti," you call out clearly.
The Jedi's eyes snap open—then go wide as the transformation ignites inside her. She gasps, hands flying to her chest as her modest breasts begin swelling rapidly beneath her robes.